How good would it be, to live on your own,
Absolute solitude, nothing to be frown,
No friends, no trouble, no one to play along,
A pure heart perhaps, for nothing could go wrong.
How good would it be, to live in company,
Happiness, joyfulness, sadness and grief,
Backstabbing, sorrows, and all of the lies,
But rewards you will have, for helping those in dire.
Yet without a friend, how could it be,
No one will care, no one will see,
Alone in the darkness, with barely a flicker of lights,
Though less chances, of blacking the heart with fights.
But what would happen, to those with friends?
Everyone will care, never too dense,
Yet the tongue could slip, and even the mind,
Accumulating sins, for the sake of your guise.
What to do, which to be,
I lived them both, and it felt kind of funny,
Living without friends, was cool and cozy,
Living with friends, was warm and snuggly.
Things had its drawback, I came to see,
The blackness of heart, or the sincerest purity,
Depends on oneself, no matter how he’ll be,
For sins could be found, even in the gentlest of morning breeze.
But it was nice at least, to have a caring personality,
Could be a stranger, or maybe, one of your your family,
Thus don’t shun them off, this was your opportunity,
To look at the world, in all of its glory.
P/S: I was doodling. Not my finest work, but my head was practically begging me to write this down. D: And I figure I should post it…oh well. D: heeee XD and I have no idea what to name this poem. D: seriously no idea! XD sorry for the lameness :3
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Sunday, January 3, 2010
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Poem: A Day in a Ramadhan Bazaar
‘Twas a fine day,
Until she said,
“Let’s go to the bazaar!”
Never was intrigued, never was ecstatic,
Yet stepped a foot I had not,
At the busy bazaar this month, perhaps not.
Thus the ninth day into the month,
My feet dragged into the street,
Canopy flared, people were buzzing,
To buy one of their, most fine dining.
Nothing too savory, nothing too succulent,
Passing the merchants, with remote silence,
End of the trail, my brain began to contemplate,
Of what to buy, and what to eat.
Processing the memory, of various delicacies,
I finally decided, to buy some of these,
Nasi ambang, popia basah,
Roti John, air tebu,
Perhaps ayam percik, but then said a voice,
Ate that already, ayam madu is a better choice.
A little confession, if you don't mind to see,
I loathe to eat, and I eat to live,
Never excites me, the scent of food,
So what did I eat, I never really know.
Yet when the seller, scooped on some rice,
Preparing my dish, for me to buy,
I was distracted, terribly agitated,
For the fragrant of rice, smelled like paradise.
If there is a food, that I deeply enjoy,
It would be rice, plainly remarkable, simply superb,
White and creamy, milky yet thin,
That is rice, the sole food that I adore.
Until she said,
“Let’s go to the bazaar!”
Never was intrigued, never was ecstatic,
Yet stepped a foot I had not,
At the busy bazaar this month, perhaps not.
Thus the ninth day into the month,
My feet dragged into the street,
Canopy flared, people were buzzing,
To buy one of their, most fine dining.
Nothing too savory, nothing too succulent,
Passing the merchants, with remote silence,
End of the trail, my brain began to contemplate,
Of what to buy, and what to eat.
Processing the memory, of various delicacies,
I finally decided, to buy some of these,
Nasi ambang, popia basah,
Roti John, air tebu,
Perhaps ayam percik, but then said a voice,
Ate that already, ayam madu is a better choice.
A little confession, if you don't mind to see,
I loathe to eat, and I eat to live,
Never excites me, the scent of food,
So what did I eat, I never really know.
Yet when the seller, scooped on some rice,
Preparing my dish, for me to buy,
I was distracted, terribly agitated,
For the fragrant of rice, smelled like paradise.
If there is a food, that I deeply enjoy,
It would be rice, plainly remarkable, simply superb,
White and creamy, milky yet thin,
That is rice, the sole food that I adore.
Poem: تراويح
How nice it is, Ramadhan comes again,
The month of goodness, and all those nice things,
Fasting during the day, praying during the night,
Truly a blessing, such a remarkable sight.
Praying in the mosque, in the early of the night,
The last saf I stood, since no vacancy was in sight,
Yet tremendously distracting, I can’t help but think,
For those joyous children, seemed to disturb the lane.
The next day I went, perhaps luck was on my side,
I saw a lonely spot, thus stood at the fourth saf,
Not much trouble, nothing vexatious to be frank,
But amazingly enough, sullen people made my mood sank.
Onto the next day, I stepped into the mosque,
A little bit early, so I gained the third row,
Nicely proportioned, the people were friendly enough,
Yet the fans were vicious, blowing my telekung with force.
And so I persevered, gaining the second row,
Such nice view, for I nearly saw the world,
Yet what was a night, without a hole,
My head was often stumbled, by someone’s derriere—OH NO.
But nay, I won’t wave my white flag,
I am patient, and patient is I,
The very next day, I gained the first saf,
It was good alright, but drenched in sweat was I.
Night by night, I hope for serenity,
But impossible apparently, for someone like me,
Though what is life, without much poking,
No matter, I will just keep on trying.
The month of goodness, and all those nice things,
Fasting during the day, praying during the night,
Truly a blessing, such a remarkable sight.
Praying in the mosque, in the early of the night,
The last saf I stood, since no vacancy was in sight,
Yet tremendously distracting, I can’t help but think,
For those joyous children, seemed to disturb the lane.
The next day I went, perhaps luck was on my side,
I saw a lonely spot, thus stood at the fourth saf,
Not much trouble, nothing vexatious to be frank,
But amazingly enough, sullen people made my mood sank.
Onto the next day, I stepped into the mosque,
A little bit early, so I gained the third row,
Nicely proportioned, the people were friendly enough,
Yet the fans were vicious, blowing my telekung with force.
And so I persevered, gaining the second row,
Such nice view, for I nearly saw the world,
Yet what was a night, without a hole,
My head was often stumbled, by someone’s derriere—OH NO.
But nay, I won’t wave my white flag,
I am patient, and patient is I,
The very next day, I gained the first saf,
It was good alright, but drenched in sweat was I.
Night by night, I hope for serenity,
But impossible apparently, for someone like me,
Though what is life, without much poking,
No matter, I will just keep on trying.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Poem: Life or Death
Hear my woes, dear mind and soul,
For I have been struck, by a vicious bolt,
How upsetting, how beleaguering,
Yet who am I to jest, for I am clandestinely enamored,
By the scent of a poet, nay, not a fraud.
Yet fraud is I, I used to think,
Filled with sadness, sorrow and strife,
What is a smile, what is a laugh,
I wouldn’t know, for I was terribly blasé.
Lying in my chamber, waiting for the moment,
When the heartbeat would die, and the angel would arise,
Grabbing my soul, taking my worth,
Leaving my home, with nothing by my side.
How sad it was, for I have nothing there is,
No good deeds, not even a tiny bite,
Where have I been, I cried to myself,
Lonely in sorrow, callous in life,
How could I die, when everything’s a lie.
I fluttered my lids, spotting a companion,
Just a soft breeze, caressing my senses,
A fine acquaintance, couldn’t talk, couldn't laugh,
Soothing my conscience, with its merciless love.
What is conscience? I began to think,
Do I have one? I began to wonder,
Perhaps I do, somewhere in my heart,
Buried deep, waiting to be discovered.
Ya Allah, forgive me dearly,
For I have sinned, by not thinking clearly,
I lived in shame, I lived in regret,
But surely enough, it’s not too late.
Read the world, read the soul,
Feed the hunger, nurture the thirsty soul,
Life is nothing but a fleeting dream,
But what’s a dream, if it was forsaken.
Taken for granted, never was cherished,
Take your pick, choose your crate,
A splendid person, rejuvenated by a good night sleep,
Or a cranky fellow, intimidated by a vicious nightmare.
Follow your suit, follow your taste,
For which do you prefer, life or death?
What is a life, if melancholically lived,
What is a death, if the heart was filled with mindless air?
Life or death, the way of a human,
Nothing to deny, for nothing could be done,
So strive for your chances, do the undone,
For nothing is better, than a job well done.
(this is what I do when I can’t sleep at night. I assure you, it only happens once in a blue moon. I suppose this month is a blue moon, because poem is such a rarity, even for me. Weird.)
For I have been struck, by a vicious bolt,
How upsetting, how beleaguering,
Yet who am I to jest, for I am clandestinely enamored,
By the scent of a poet, nay, not a fraud.
Yet fraud is I, I used to think,
Filled with sadness, sorrow and strife,
What is a smile, what is a laugh,
I wouldn’t know, for I was terribly blasé.
Lying in my chamber, waiting for the moment,
When the heartbeat would die, and the angel would arise,
Grabbing my soul, taking my worth,
Leaving my home, with nothing by my side.
How sad it was, for I have nothing there is,
No good deeds, not even a tiny bite,
Where have I been, I cried to myself,
Lonely in sorrow, callous in life,
How could I die, when everything’s a lie.
I fluttered my lids, spotting a companion,
Just a soft breeze, caressing my senses,
A fine acquaintance, couldn’t talk, couldn't laugh,
Soothing my conscience, with its merciless love.
What is conscience? I began to think,
Do I have one? I began to wonder,
Perhaps I do, somewhere in my heart,
Buried deep, waiting to be discovered.
Ya Allah, forgive me dearly,
For I have sinned, by not thinking clearly,
I lived in shame, I lived in regret,
But surely enough, it’s not too late.
Read the world, read the soul,
Feed the hunger, nurture the thirsty soul,
Life is nothing but a fleeting dream,
But what’s a dream, if it was forsaken.
Taken for granted, never was cherished,
Take your pick, choose your crate,
A splendid person, rejuvenated by a good night sleep,
Or a cranky fellow, intimidated by a vicious nightmare.
Follow your suit, follow your taste,
For which do you prefer, life or death?
What is a life, if melancholically lived,
What is a death, if the heart was filled with mindless air?
Life or death, the way of a human,
Nothing to deny, for nothing could be done,
So strive for your chances, do the undone,
For nothing is better, than a job well done.
(this is what I do when I can’t sleep at night. I assure you, it only happens once in a blue moon. I suppose this month is a blue moon, because poem is such a rarity, even for me. Weird.)
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Poem: 2005
(warning lame poem below warning warning)
If it weren’t for 2005,
I probably wouldn’t be alive,
Well, maybe I would be alive,
But probably without a soul,
And everything would be nothing but lies.
If it weren’t for 2005,
My face would never be adorned with genuine smiles,
My head would never be occupied with positive vibes,
I never thought it was possible, not even plausible,
But apparently it is, and so, I cowered in shame.
If it weren’t for 2005,
I would never meet Sacchun,
I would never enjoy the joyous life,
To see the sun, to see the clouds, to see the air, to see the moon,
To be curious, to be afraid,
Of what might happen, when things are too late.
If it weren’t for 2005,
I may live in agony,
Waiting for death,
Shivering for fate,
For I know, that I have booked a place,
In the gruesome hall of hell.
If it weren’t for 2005,
I won’t be here,
Loving my life,
Loving my God,
Loving everything there is,
And not scoffing at people who loved things as well.
Oh 2005, no, scratch that, oh Sacchun,
Is it bad of me to adore you?
Is it bad of me to respect you?
You are just a normal human being,
Unsure of religion, no religion I think,
But you’ve made me think,
More than anything,
About religion and God,
And life and death.
Isn’t it weird?
How inspirational you are to me,
I tried to forget you,
But alas, that wasn’t possible,
You are the one who changed me,
For better or worse, hopefully the former,
I may have stepped on the wrong foot,
I may have walked the wrong trail,
But whatever it is, whatever happens,
I will always respect you,
As someone who's worthy of my affection,
So this is my tribute for you, as a sign of thank you.
She changes my life.
She really did.
And so, she earns my respect.
She brings me from the depth of gloomy darkness to the world of sunshine and joy. Full of meaning, full of discovery, full of curiosity...you can't help but be touched by Allah's blessing towards us all.
I can't ask for more.
So, from the bottom of my heart, I express my deepest gratitude.
Thank you.
(yes I should have picked a better role model, a religious person for instance, at least someone like that could lead me better into the world of religion, but what's done is done. I don't understand myself, but she really did inspire me to become something I never thought I would be. And that's great, NO. THAT'S AWE-INSPIRING.)
(and yes I think it is bad of me to think highly of a non-muslim. But a savior is hard to forget. The least I could do is to have some respect.)
(I love these performances I don't know why it chokes me to tears sadly there's no video only audio rips blergh I DON'T KNOW WHICH I LIKE BETTER PROBABLY BOTH DX probably the second...no the first...eh...uh.)
Those pictures of her in those videos are ugly.
This is much better.
MUAHAHAHA.
Uh...
*runs*
If it weren’t for 2005,
I probably wouldn’t be alive,
Well, maybe I would be alive,
But probably without a soul,
And everything would be nothing but lies.
If it weren’t for 2005,
My face would never be adorned with genuine smiles,
My head would never be occupied with positive vibes,
I never thought it was possible, not even plausible,
But apparently it is, and so, I cowered in shame.
If it weren’t for 2005,
I would never meet Sacchun,
I would never enjoy the joyous life,
To see the sun, to see the clouds, to see the air, to see the moon,
To be curious, to be afraid,
Of what might happen, when things are too late.
If it weren’t for 2005,
I may live in agony,
Waiting for death,
Shivering for fate,
For I know, that I have booked a place,
In the gruesome hall of hell.
If it weren’t for 2005,
I won’t be here,
Loving my life,
Loving my God,
Loving everything there is,
And not scoffing at people who loved things as well.
Oh 2005, no, scratch that, oh Sacchun,
Is it bad of me to adore you?
Is it bad of me to respect you?
You are just a normal human being,
Unsure of religion, no religion I think,
But you’ve made me think,
More than anything,
About religion and God,
And life and death.
Isn’t it weird?
How inspirational you are to me,
I tried to forget you,
But alas, that wasn’t possible,
You are the one who changed me,
For better or worse, hopefully the former,
I may have stepped on the wrong foot,
I may have walked the wrong trail,
But whatever it is, whatever happens,
I will always respect you,
As someone who's worthy of my affection,
So this is my tribute for you, as a sign of thank you.
She changes my life.
She really did.
And so, she earns my respect.
She brings me from the depth of gloomy darkness to the world of sunshine and joy. Full of meaning, full of discovery, full of curiosity...you can't help but be touched by Allah's blessing towards us all.
I can't ask for more.
So, from the bottom of my heart, I express my deepest gratitude.
Thank you.
(yes I should have picked a better role model, a religious person for instance, at least someone like that could lead me better into the world of religion, but what's done is done. I don't understand myself, but she really did inspire me to become something I never thought I would be. And that's great, NO. THAT'S AWE-INSPIRING.)
(and yes I think it is bad of me to think highly of a non-muslim. But a savior is hard to forget. The least I could do is to have some respect.)
(I love these performances I don't know why it chokes me to tears sadly there's no video only audio rips blergh I DON'T KNOW WHICH I LIKE BETTER PROBABLY BOTH DX probably the second...no the first...eh...uh.)
Those pictures of her in those videos are ugly.
This is much better.
MUAHAHAHA.
Uh...
*runs*
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